pull up on the curb, jump out the black excursion//
hop the gate, knock down the trash can fo diversion//
5-0 began mergin, now theres four jakes in the chase//
plus I'm holdin weight, only fate decides escape//
can't hesitated, pass the eight to next nigga I see//
warrant fo ID, damn, scuffed the fresh Huaraches//
they try to stop me, thru backyards makin shortcuts//
fuck that, i get off probation in four short months//
newport butts cover the ground of the alley way//
stash weed in a hidaway, lose weight Bally's way//
runnin this escapade, the sirens start to dim//
on my last limb, catch my breath, part the realm//
hear a few barks and a gaurd dog advances grim//
I'm exposed in a dark place like photographic film//
my chances slim, so I surrender wit my hands up//
white flag, fuckin fags slap on the tight handcuffs//
can't stand up, my legs lock, my heart 'bout to stop//
now I'm flock in a cage fo 15, cause I ran from the cops//